Sweets With Sweets War Not,

Too Nice, And Yet Too True!

Canst Thou Not Minister To A Mind Diseased, Pluck From The Memory A Rooted Sorrow, Raze Out The Written Troubles Of The Brain

Some Innocents 'scape Not The Thunderbolt.

The King Hath Note Of All That They Intend, By Interception Which They Dream Not Of.

If Thou Wilt Lend This Money, Lend It Not As To Thy Friends; For When Did Friendship Take A Breed For Barren Metal Of His Friend?